MAKE ROOM

 

In the midst of the past meeting the future

The guarantee of time bringing change

Of nothing lasting forever

Reminders stand 

If you listen and look very carefully

You can hear and see the echos of the plantation

As the past falls away to the future

I WISH

ECHOS OF THE PAST

 Facing your mistakes

And allowing acceptance 

Knowing that you cannot right all wrongs 

Though you try to live today better
Accepting yourself for what you are

But saying goodbye to ones you love

And forever will miss

Nostalgic dreams of what different paths may have lived

But will never be lives you lead 

Being okay with the direction that you walk

Weather ideal on the surface or below
Trying to not be lonely in lone days
Hearing echos of the past

Can be hard on your heart some days

BOA

SCRIBBLES IN THE SKY

INFINITY

DRESSED WITH BIRDHOUSES INSTEAD OF LEAVES

HAVE YOU SEEN MY SHELL

OLD SLATS ECHO BARE BRANCHES

IN MEMORY OF WINTER BRANCHES

Cold pounces await

Hungers to eat lamb

Claws curled

Death breezes
Farewell Hunting Tiger

 Warm cuddles await

Tame as a lamb

Softly curled

Breath breezes
Hello Sleeping Tiger

IT'S SUNDAY Y'ALL

TOUCH OF EUROPE

ESCAPE

E

MIRROR IMAGES

REFLECTIONS

STANDARD OIL

OLD TIME BOWLING GREEN IN A MODERN WORLD

Balancing companions

Stirring rebellions

Belonging wherever they are

As near to one another as far

One is calm the other is spice

Quietly loud with gentle advice

ALONG THE ROAD

SNOW COVERED

PERSPECTIVE

One person's headstone is another's stepping stone

WORN

HEADSTONES

LITTLE HOPE

GRAVEYARDS

Pain has an element of blank, 

It cannot recollect

When it begun, or if there were 

A day when it was not-

-Emily Dickinson

WONDERBOY N TREASURE HUNTS

We are forever grateful that we were introduced to one the best boredom killers, treasure hunts. We have a wonderful person to thank for these. Even though Wonderboy had little faith in my ability to do it without help, I somehow prevailed. Although, I do admit that I learned quickly to set home coordinates as these hunts have taken us out into the middle of nowhere on a bunch of unfamiliar backroads.

YOGA

LATELY SLEDDING

GRAVEYARDS N HISTORY

BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS

PICS FROM THE ROAD ON DRIVES TO NOWHERE

BOREDOM KILLERS

Going fast down narrow, country roads, taking pictures while you do it.